Sunday Afternoon (Romp Through a Record Store.)

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Listening to music and going to music stores are two of my very favorite hobbies and I wrote this out of love for them!

Submitted: July 23, 2009

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Submitted: July 23, 2009



Sunday afternoon. Thirty degrees outside, high alert, keeping track of everything around me. Being observeant as ever.

The weather outside is confused. Spring wants to push through, but it is still Feburary, after all. There is still a visible chill.

Sunday Afternoon,

I view the world from the passenger's seat.

Oh, how I long to be in control.

To be in front.

Sunday Afternoon,

work for pleasure.

I go to the haven that we call the music store.

Walk up the alley stairs, open the doors and take in the sights.

Records aline the floor. Scratches and pops become the default noises.

Indie music becomes the soundtrack to my Sunday Afternoon.

I try to take in all that is available.

The people, the music and the vinyl records.

People all here for the same purpose, to share our Sunday afternoon doing the same thing.

I walk around, stepping across the piles of vinyl, feeling so very happy. So very happy that my Sunday Afternoon has a purpose.

Sunday afternoon. Walk down the alley stairs, with a pile of records tucked beneath my arm.

I let the cool air hit my face and climb into the passenger's seat of the Xterria.

I turn on the radio, and feel my fingers touch the volume dial, revealing sounds from The Jam.

Now, my Sunday Afternoon turns into a romp through London, England in the 1980's.

How do you spend your Sunday Afternoon?

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